Primavera Di Praga - Francesco Guccini
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Primavera Di Praga - Francesco Guccini

Альбом
Due Anni Dopo
Год
2006
Язык
`Italian`
Длительность
216060

Below is the lyrics of the song Primavera Di Praga , artist - Francesco Guccini with translation

Lyrics " Primavera Di Praga "

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Primavera Di Praga

Francesco Guccini

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Di antichi fasti la piazza vestita

Grigia guardava la nuova sua vita:

Come ogni giorno la notte arrivava

Frasi consuete sui muri di Praga

Ma poi la piazza fermò la sua vita

E breve ebbe un grido la folla smarrita

Quando la fiamma violenta ed atroce

Spezzò gridando ogni suono di voce

Son come falchi quei carri appostati;

Corron parole sui visi arrossati

Corre il dolore bruciando ogni strada

E lancia grida ogni muro di Praga

Quando la piazza fermò la sua vita

Sudava sangue la folla ferita

Quando la fiamma col suo fumo nero

Lasciò la terra e si alzò verso il cielo

Quando ciascuno ebbe tinta la mano

Quando quel fumo si sparse lontano

Jan Hus di nuovo sul rogo bruciava

All’orizzonte del cielo di Praga

Dimmi chi sono quegli uomini lenti

Coi pugni stretti e con l’odio fra denti;

Dimmi chi sono quegli uomini stanchi

Di chinar la testa e di tirare avanti;

Dimmi chi era che il corpo portava

La città intera che lo accompagnava:

La città intera che muta lanciava

Una speranza nel cielo di Praga

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The square dressed in ancient splendor

Gray looked at her new life:

Like every day the night came

Usual phrases on the walls of Prague

But then the square stopped his life

And shortly the lost crowd shouted

When the violent and atrocious flame

She broke off screaming every sound of voice

Those chariots stationed are like hawks;

There were words on the red faces

It runs the pain by burning every street

And shouts every wall in Prague

When the square stopped his life

The wounded crowd was sweating blood

When the flame with its black smoke

She left the earth and rose to the sky

When each had dyed his hand

When that smoke spread away

Jan Hus again burned at the stake

On the horizon of the Prague sky

Tell me who those slow men are

With clenched fists and hatred between teeth;

Tell me who those tired men are

To bow your head and carry on;

Tell me who it was that the body wore

The whole city that accompanied him:

The whole changing city launched

A hope in the sky of Prague

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